Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

Hey man
I got a real short list of I like to do
Ya dig
Get (Yeah)
, Kick shit (I Just ball, yeah)
I just wanna ball,
the list, nigga, that's it

I wanna ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas
Before you were going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, before I got to get paper good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you came
I said you deal with every bitch who wearing lace
I like her, feel that way about alot of rappers
I don't about 'em
Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking
Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war it
Hm problems understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take your and tour London
Get some money
Don't believe it When heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military guns in the
no runnin' in it
A rebel I fucked that bitch
It no coming in it
Since my first album I serious
Ain't no funny
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, against me prosper
But welcome to form
Knew from the day I was born I'd in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing when my named called
I'm just a made nigga in the wraith though

I wanna ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boy legend
Street reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that gon' write me? No
She gon' me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a Wraith on the super
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, a superstove
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If stars in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , to back cause that's my fam-o
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

I just ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum with the
up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick great, give it to her till she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, pour baking
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized they
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Rolls
Came out the bottom, now he making ain't no boy
Always a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
Niggas rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith

I wanna ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it